Screaming and yelling quickens the pulse.
A little girl tries to block it out with tiny palms,
as she creeps and crawls into the nearest corner.
Sound of a fist hitting bare flesh causes a shiver,
and her fast pants cause dust to twirl around her bruised knees.
With eyes squeezed shut and teeth clench together,
the high pitched screaming softens to a mere murmur of fear.
A fear that is not entwined with longing for survival,
but a longing for death to cast itself down.
Tears begin to dampen the little girls soft cotton blouse;
the embroidered pink flowers still soaked in blood.
Silence hits her as hard as the swipe that ended her life.
Now not so lonely the little girl stands tall,
and looks down at her dirty scuffed shoes
that now have traces of tears on the dusty leather.
There is no longer a reason for her to cry anymore.
After all the dead shouldn't have any tears.
Author notes
My sister and mum were screaming and at first I was going to write about that, then it turned into domestic violence, then it turned into a sad paranormal tale. If you didn't get it father went to town on beating his family and killed his daughter then shortly after his wife. Even though she is a 'ghost' she thinks that she's still alive then when she realizes her mum isn't fighting back she realizes they're both gone.
A contest entry
- Tears Ran Dry, Echoes Of Sadness (( Give Me Dark, Creepy, Sad, Cutting, Suicide, Ex.)) by HereComesTheSun.
550 points, ended September 14, 2008, 50 entries
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Comments
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what erie tale
i agree the vocab was phenomenal and your writing was top notch
a finalist due to amazing storytelling ability
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Your great use of vocabulary takes this poem one step further.
"Sound of a fist hitting bare flesh causes a shiver,
and her fast pants cause dust to twirl around her bruised knees."
My point explained.
Its scary after finding the figures on domestic violence out today to realize how often this does happen, even if not to the murderess degree.
Again one step further, one step above
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Wow ashy, this is some of your work at it's best. Your descriptive words and emotion you put into your poems is amazing, unlike my simple rage. I felt for this girl, I became part of the poem. Probably because I was abused, all abuse is similar, whether it's yelling and hitting or sexual. It still destroys the person, but you actually went deeper with the poem, you dared to cross that line and you concluded with death. I think even if people who are abused don't die, they still die, on the inside, it's like a part of them floats away *Sam goes to write poem, check this one*
Well done!!
-Swintha
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did that happen to you ?
very emotive poem i felt it
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